He walked out onto the patio and stood directly behind his father. The townspeople were gathering outside the castle. There was already a fair crowd of people young and old standing down on the ground below the patio. They were all looking up at the sky and staring curiously, awe-like at Leroy, who was muttering strangely under his breath.

There was a flash in the sky, and the people gasped. Leroy held his arms up and his muttering began to grow in volume, until he was shouting to the sky. The wind was blowing faster and harder now and another yellow flash appeared in the sky for a split second. Martin flinched. The sky was darkening and clouds were rolling into the sky. The wind was howling, and Leroy was still shouting at the sky in his deep, rolling voice. The crowd of people below were looking up at the sky and back at Leroy, awed, frightened looks on their faces.